A/N: Rest assured, the novel is about a guy becoming an idol. The backstory is just a little, much, but I think that its explained pretty well.
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"Ding! Please fasten your seatbelt."
Hearing a familiar female robotic voice, I jolted awake.
Huh, where am I?
The last thing I remembered was assassinating the president of Zimbabwe...
Ah, I was also caught up in that explosion.
Remembering my failed plan, I could only sigh.
You see, assassinating someone these days was such a chore, with technology getting more and more advanced whilst assassination techniques were kept the same for the past 100 years.
Bombs, guns, and knives, that was all we assassins had to complete our jobs whilst the police kept getting new DNA machines, new AI simulators, and greater surveillance networks.
It was basically **ing impossible to murder someone these days and get away with it.
Unless you were an expert that was.
And I was one of those experts.
You see, the best strat to use when trying to kill someone these days was to make it look like an accident.
I didn know why I was giving such privileged advice, but think about it, how many important figures had died mysteriously in car crashes and the like in previous decades?
Due to the nature of the death looking like an "accident", the authorities wouldn reveal that it was likely a murder if they had any evidence supporting that fact, as they didn want to scare the public.
This made it so that you weren being hunted down by every citizen of a country, as they didn know that you had done something bad in the first place and your face wasn being plastered everywhere.
In the case above, when I had been trying to assassinate the president of Zimbabwe, I had made it look like a gas line had accidentally exploded right under the car that he had been in, but I guess I had miscalculated as the gas line had blown me up instead.
Rookie mistakes I tell ya, rookie mistakes.
And, it seemed like I had gotten away with it in the end, hence my current situation.
But how am I here?
Sure, even though I made my assassinations look like accidents, I always kept at least 3 back-up plans all designed for me to extract myself from the situation as quickly as possible.
After all, the best assassins weren the ones that got the job done, but the ones that got the job done and lived to tell the tale.
This was the philosophy I lived by, and how I had become one of the greatest assassins of all time.
And so, I definitely knew that getting on a plane was not one of my escape plans, as just stepping into an airport right after an assassination was probably one of the dumbest things that an assassin could do.
"Ha-neul? Are you okay?"
Feeling a soft, slender hand gingerly touching my arm, I looked down at the woman sitting next to me, seeing her flinch as I bored my eyes into hers.
Oh, I still look like a killer.
As if I had done it a hundred times already (I had actually done it more than half a million times before), my face quickly melted into that of a loving husband looking at his wife, but with confusion mixed in.
If shes here, and we
e already this intimate...
"Do I have an older or younger sister?"
"...older?" She replied, immediately putting her palm up to my forehead.
This warmth...
A little bit shocked for a second, not letting it show of course, I quickly composed my inner thoughts and just took a look at my phone, as all my questions would be answered there.
So thats like that and thats like that, hmm...
Scrolling through my personal things like my photo library and contacts, I then went on to check some of the latest news going about, especially the news surrounding idols.
"Breaking News! Kim Eun-ji becomes first solo female idol to sell over half a million albums!"
Reading this headline on the front page of the news, I continued to scroll down farther.
"SPK Entertainment to announce new survival program!"
This... this was definitely something from my first life, and only my first life.
Does that mean Im back?
"Do you want to see a doctor, Ha-neul?" Asked my wife, the woman sitting next to me, her worried expression enough to melt the heart of any man in this world.
"Im fine, just a little disoriented. Im afraid of flying after all."
Clutching my forehead, I pretended to be a little nauseous as I bobbled my adams apple up and down my throat.
But this confirms it, I really am back.
Today had been a special day for me after all.
I had just married a beautiful girl, in a small, private wedding ceremony of course, and we were heading back to our homeland, Korea, to tell our parents about it, wanting to do it in person.
Well, back then, I had only married this girl for a really scummy reason, wanting to "own" someone and call them all my own.
Over time, I had repeatedly abused her and had never actually shown her any real love, having made her fall in love with me through my demeanor in public, never showing my true self to anyone, not even my sister.
But that was the past me.
He was the worst of the worst type of guy, with only pure evil in his heart.
He had been surrounded by those who loved him, yet he destroyed each and every one of those relationships somehow.
He was a narcissistic, lascivious, cheating asshole who never appreciated anything in his life.
A total piece of ** as a person, and something even worse as a husband.
I knew that she, my wife, was the one to receive the worst of me out of anyone.
Yet, it had only been she and my sister who had stayed with me until the very end, as I died from lung cancer.
I didn understand why, but they had done so.
So, after I had closed my eyes and opened them again to find myself in an alternate universe, one where I had been born first instead of my sister, I had gone searching for her, my wife, to apologize, even if that version of her had never met me before in her life.
Yet, it was all in vain, as she didn exist in that universe.
It was only then, as I was killing people every other day, that I had stumbled on this one fanfiction, as I needed something to read to pass the time.
It turned out, my whole first life had been this fanfiction, a self-insert wish fulfillment fanfiction where the author wrote about an MC that "captured" all the female idols in the world of my second life.
And, guess what? Not like it was obvious or anything, but I had been the main villain.
Reading about the **ty actions of the past me had definitely sparked something, as I killed a little more than my max quota that day.
But now, I was back.
[Ding! Congratulations, the host is now completely bonded to the Superstar Idol System!]
What is this?
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Disclaimer: I am not Korean and I definitely am not an Idol or a trainee. All of my information comes from extensive research to try and make everything right, but, as the internet is not always the best source, and due to my own culture, I might mis-portray some things. If I happen to do so, please call me out so that I may fix it up and make this novel as genuine as possible.
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